Poems from renorman
The truth isn't that I've read many a pro,
that I have enjoyed works from Silverstein to Poe.
The truth isn't that I write for hours...
Silently I wait in the darkness, the sounds outside only muffled
The air was thick, bodies compressed rears to rears
We sensed nothing but...
Long ago I was told the equation of the earth,
by a man who was gifted a sour perception,
that if the world was x, than negative one would...